Her Once Hidden Gift

Death

MUSIC BLARED THROUGH OUT THE HOUSE, a teenage girl stumbled out of the bedroom leaving the guy dangling his head over the bed throwing up. With nothing on but a dog collar around his neck and a thin blanket covering his nude body. Walking out of the room the girl almost fell to ground with her skirt raised up above her stomach that exposed her pink ripped thong. She cached herself preventing her fall.

She didn't notice that every guy was looking at her exposed cleavage with enormous hunger to just rip off her purple cheetah bra. She walked down the long hallway through the throng of drunken teenagers, she turned her head to the side. To see two teenagers making out, his mouth nipped at her neck as she is left frozen and speechless. His other hand caressed the exposed breast that is hanged out of her blue tang top. They went at it to the point that they might just have sex right there where they stand.

When she arrived to the end of the hallway she went down the stairs. Holding on to the railing, before seeing what the girl seemed like a living room leaned back on the white wall for further support. Realizing that for her sake, it's better if she doesn't drink anymore. Because if she steps into her house even more drunk than she already is her brother will kill her. Her big brother has always been the kind to be a slight possessive over his little sister. Always giving her curfews and telling her to be home right when she gets out of school. She always understood all the reasons behind his ridiculous outrages, immature bedtimes and his timeless lectures that he always drones on about; when she makes the smallest mistake. But tonight she plans to make this a night that she will never forget; and nothing will stop her from doing so.

She finally noticed that it was time leave the enormously fun but exhausting party. She began searching for her lost friend, afraid of what she might be up to now. The beat of the music flowed through her body from her head down to her feet. She squeezed between couples gridding with a lot of force that could knock anyone down. Trying to avert her eyes from the group of couples; basically humping each other. She looked down to be faced with a worst sight; every guy that was dancing had a huge boner, because of the girls that were dancing on them.

Sadly her attempts of scouting the area faltered, so she called her friend's name. As the girl does so she tumbled onto the once white but now yellow stained couch still calling out her friend's name, suddenly her vision started to cloud at the edges. With no sign of her friend the girl decided to call it a night and go home, she got up from the couch and pushed her way through all the drunken teenagers.

She slowly walked all the way to her little red convertible that was parked three houses away from the party raged house she was in. She opened the car door and idly slipped into the driver's seat. Luckily she was sober enough to at least drive herself home. When she finally put enough distance between herself and the party, her IPhone began to ring. The girl slowed down the car, and without looking at the road she retrieved her cellphone. Checking the Caller ID, she found out it's her brother and not any of her drunken friends calling for a ride.

Her eyes went wide with fear, scared that her brother would be disappointed in her. She sped up in an attempt to get home as fast as possible. She hesitated but gathered up the courage to pick up the call "Hello?" she murmured under her breath.

"Jennifer you better come home now it's almost one in the morning and it's a school night! I should have not let you go to that stupid party in the first place." The brother yelled at her.

Jennifer tried to multitask between driving and talking to him. "Aye Emmett you're always woring f-for no reason, calm down I'm six- no seventeen I'm very capable of taking care of myself thank you very much!" Jennifer yelled at Emmett in slurred words, through the phone. Feeling aggravated by how over protective her brother was acting.